Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

"The guessing game will now begin. Please place your bets within two minutes."

As soon as the middle-aged man at the top finished speaking, the screen in front of the seven people switched to the guessing interface.

In the center of the interface, Chen Ye and Zheng Xiao's names are displayed side by side, one on the left and one on the right, separated by a thin dividing line.

This time, the betting was made almost without hesitation; both sides played their trump cards, so there was nothing to agonize over.

Gu Qinghuan lightly tapped the light screen with her fingertip, landing on Chen Ye's name.

Lu Qingchuan followed suit with his bet, making a swift and decisive move.

Yang Minghui didn't stop for long either; the three of them placed their bets almost simultaneously.

Both of them currently only have one betting coin, but they are both convinced that no one can beat Zheng Xiao in this trial, whether it is Chen Ye or Gu Qinghuan.

"Both sides enter the field."

The middle-aged man's voice faded.

Chen Ye stood up, preparing to step onto the stage, but found that Zheng Xiao didn't seem to intend to get up, so he stopped as well.

At this moment, Zheng Xiao turned his head to look at the middle-aged man at the head of the table and calmly said, "I concede this round."

As he finished speaking, the last circular cursor above Yu Wei and Wu Gang's heads began to disappear, leaving only one circular cursor above his own head.

Yu Wei turned sharply to look at Zheng Xiao, her voice filled with barely suppressed shock and disbelief: "Captain, you..."

Her voice trailed off in the middle of her throat.

"Bang--!"

A muffled thud.

Yu Wei's head exploded from the inside, spraying grayish-white brain matter and dark red blood in all directions, splashing onto Zheng Xiao's side face and dripping down his jaw.

Then came the second sound.

"Bang--!"

Before Wu Gang could even turn his head, his head exploded at the same moment.

The body remained upright, the fragments of flesh and bone at the severed neck exposed to the cold white light, blood flowing down the back of the chair and dripping onto the dark gray marble floor, making a soft, crackling sound.

The two headless corpses swayed for a moment, then simultaneously fell forward and slumped onto the table.

There was a moment of silence on both sides of the long table.

Zheng Xiao remained seated, his posture unchanged, and he didn't even turn his head to look at Yu Wei's body.

He raised his right hand, took out a handkerchief from his storage space, and slowly wiped the brain matter and blood splattered on his face.

The handkerchief was stained with dark red and grayish-white, and he casually tossed it onto the table.

"This guy..."

Lu Qingchuan turned his gaze from the two corpses to Zheng Xiao, clearly shocked by Zheng Xiao's actions.

Yang Minghui pushed up his frameless glasses: "He doesn't want to participate in the guessing game anymore. Now he's the only one left on his side, which means he's going to take on all of us by himself and turn the tables. He's really crazy."

"He's not crazy. On the contrary, he's very rational. He's preventing us from using the betting rules to deplete his betting coins. Now he'll be playing every round. As long as he doesn't lose, his last betting coin will never disappear."

Chen Ye's gaze remained fixed on Zheng Xiao, his vigilance reaching its peak.

Zheng Xiao could have at least tricked him into using an item before surrendering, but he surrendered directly, which shows that Zheng Xiao has enough confidence.

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao raised his eyes, a smile curving his lips: "You think having more people and more coins will make you beat me? Now I don't need to bet anymore. If you want to live, let's see if you have the ability."

After saying this, he turned to the middle-aged man in the black suit at the head of the table and said in a flat and brief tone, "Continue."

The middle-aged man's gaze lingered on Zheng Xiao's face for a moment, his signature smile still on his lips, before he nodded slightly: "Now we will begin drawing the passengers for the eighth round of the duel between the two sides."

A new card appeared on the light screen in front of the five people on both sides of the long table.

Zheng Xiao casually flipped open the card in front of him. He was the only one left on his side, and the card was already destined to be the "Duel" card without even needing to be flipped over.

He didn't look at his own light screen, but instead turned his head with great interest to look across the long table at who would be his first opponent.

Chen Ye and the other three opened the cards in front of them one after another.

The "Duel" card appeared on the screen in front of Chen Ye again in this round.

"The guessing game will now begin. Train G4939, please place your bets within two minutes."

The voice of the middle-aged man at the front of the train rang out. This time the lines were different because there was no one else on train G4899 who needed to participate in the guessing game.

Chen Ye turned his gaze away from the screen and swept it over the three people on his side: "Bet on him to win this round. If I lose, you'll have another chance to maneuver."

He was truly unsure this time; Zheng Xiao was far too confident.

Gu Qinghuan, Lu Qingchuan, and Yang Minghui all voted for Zheng Xiao, which was indeed the most reasonable bet.

Zheng Xiao leaned back in his chair, looking at the screen in front of him where three more votes had appeared under his name. He then looked up at Chen Ye, the corner of his mouth curving slightly deeper: "What? You don't seem very confident."

"It's not about whether I'm confident or not, it's just the most reasonable bet. My people have at least two betting coins. If I lose, they won't lose any more coins. If I win, the betting game is over."

Chen Ye stood up from his seat. His movements were neither fast nor slow; as he stood up, he flipped his hand, and the Dragon Scale Halberd appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The silver-white gun body shimmered with a faint halo under the cool white light, and the pale purple light on the gun body flowed smoothly along the dragon scale pattern.

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao also stood up, and a long, jet-black spear emerged from his palm.

The spear was as dark as ink, with a layer of equally steady pale purple light flowing across its surface, forming a subtle symmetry with the Dragon Scale Halberd in Chen Ye's hand.

The two stepped onto the ring almost simultaneously.

The surrounding light curtains rose at the same time.

The two stood about ten meters apart.

Zheng Xiao held his spear horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed on Chen Ye. His voice was steady and direct as he spoke: "If I'm not mistaken, you also have a talent for high-multiplied base attributes, right? Unfortunately, this survival trial is a train confrontation; only one of us can survive. This round will determine both victory and defeat!"